Eucgh! My wonderful dreams.... it's just after seven, i finally went to sleep at about five, I still can't find my phone, I feel sick, there's no milk or loo role left, life is shit and I'm cold.

Aren't Sundays just wonderful-Edit- sorry - definately a case of first-thing-in-the-morning-grumps there. My phone has now been located thanks to my ( Read more... )

Please guys, this is hard enough without anyone talking to me about it. This is something that's going to take a lot of work between myself and sapphrine, and the last thing I want or need is any sympathy or concern. It distracts from what needs to be done and I don't want or need it ( Read more... )

( Why is it that when you're feeling low, people tend to assume it's about them? )